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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 144


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 144

Warning … adult content


The diner in Missing Mile had opened early, and a few regular customers were already there, sipping their first cups of coffee, and opening newspapers. They all looked up, as the whole gang came in. Everyone knew them, and said hey, then went back to their breakfasts. They did steal glances at the motley group, though, as they situated themselves around a large booth in the corner of the room. Most figured this crew had been up partying all night, but were surprised that Kinsey was among them. He was the elder, and a respected business owner in town.

Terry was known as the town’s aging hippie, and no one was surprised to see him hanging with the younger crowd, as they all played gigs together. Zach and Trevor were the newcomers to town, but were fitting in pretty good here. Of course Ghost and Steve were well known, and their up and down relationship was always a source for gossip.

This morning, they all looked bleary eyed, and scraggly, and Ghost’s hair and shirt was soaking wet, and they all smelled of sage. They seemed oblivious to the stares, though, and were in a noisy, talkative mood. They ordered pancakes and coffee, all around.

Catching bits of their conversation, the onlookers heard things that didn’t seem to fit together…

“Do you remember anything, Ghost?”

“Did you hear that horrible scream?”

“What was that black shadowy thing?”

“Is it really gone?”

“Are we gonna tear the house down, now?”

The waitress brought their food to the table, and everyone got quiet, as they ate…they were starving.

“I never used my pancake word,” Ghost said, as he took a bite of his pancakes.

Trevor nodded, “Yeah, I didn’t have to use mine either,” he said.

“Dude, you were scaring the crap outta me,” Terry said. He could laugh about it now. “You were saying all kinds of crazy stuff in those weird voices. How did you do that?”

“Did you know what you were saying?” asked Zach.

Ghost shook his head, “No, I wasn’t there. It was the evil demon talking through me.”

“Where were you?” Kinsey asked. “There for a few minutes, we couldn’t even see you. What did you see, and did you feel weird?” Kinsey asked.

“Well, at first I felt like something was pushing me…then nothing, until Trevor tried to chop me with the big knife. Then I saw what looked like a black tornado. Did y’all see it, too?”

“Yeah, we saw it, and we didn’t see you anymore,” Zach said.

“Well, I was there, and I grabbed Steve, and…” Ghost said.

“So you’re the one that grabbed me? Man, I thought it was the black cloud,” Steve said.

Terry laughed at that. “Dude, you screamed like a little girl.”

“I know I did, and you would, too, if that thing came after you.”

“Okay, then it made us see a black tornado, instead of me,” Ghost said.

“You said awful stuff, too,” Kinsey said

“It wasn’t me, it was the evil,” Ghost said, again. “Anyway, did y’all get some answers…is it all cleared up, now?”

“Yeah, finally…I think I can let it go now, and like you said, I can go on and make the rest of my life whatever I want to,” Trevor said.

“Okay, guys, I’m beat,” said Kinsey. “I’m going home. There’s still lots to do to clean up the club, but I have to go to sleep for a long time, now. See y’all another day.” he smiled. “Oh, and I’m paying for all this. Later, guys.” He went to the counter, paid the bill, and went on home.

“Are y’all going back to the house?” Steve asked.

“Not today,” Trevor said. “I’ve had enough of that place. You ready to go crash at the motel, Zach?”

“Definitely, let’s go,” Zach said.

Terry, Steve and Ghost were left at the table. Ghost’s eyes were closing, and he kept nodding off, and jerking awake.

“Hey, Steve,” Terry said, “I got some of that good weed at the house. Y’all want to relax a bit before ya head home?”

Steve looked down at Ghost, who’d leaned against his shoulder. “Naw, this one looks relaxed enough. Gonna get him home, but we’ll take a rain check, ok?”

“Yeah, sure thing…and I’m taking myself home, too…maybe get a little more relaxed before I crash. See y’all later,” Terry said. He ruffled Ghost’s hair, “Ya did good, kid.” He smiled, and headed for the door.

Steve got up, and pulled Ghost up, leading him toward the door. “C’mon, Ghost…time to go home. Thanks for breakfast,” he said to the waitress as they left.

As soon as they went out the door, the other customers all started talking about the interesting morning at the diner.


Steve got Ghost into the car, then drove on down the highway to their little house in the woods. He planned on getting Ghost to bed, and feeding the cat, then sleeping the rest of the day. He was wiped out. As he drove the last few miles to the house, he kept thinking of what they’d done. He was still wired up from it, and even as tired as he was, he wasn’t sure he could go to sleep, yet. Ghost was already lulled to sleep by the warmth of the sun shining through the car windows, and the movement of the car. He drove into their driveway.

We’re home, Ghost,” he said, shaking Ghost awake. “Let’s get inside. Spirit is probably hungry. Then we can go to sleep.”

“Okay, I’m coming,” He scooted across the big car seat, and out the door. Steve grabbed their supplies, and they went inside. Spirit wound around their ankles, meowing.

“Hey, kitty, we’re back…are you hungry?” Ghost asked. He went to get the cat some food, and a bottle of water for himself. He gulped it down, as he went down the hall to his bedroom. As he took off his still slightly damp clothes, Steve came in and stopped short.

“Oh, my God, Ghost. Look at you. Did you see that? Does it hurt?”

“What…see what?” Ghost asked.

“You’re all scratched up, on your chest and back…turn around…there’s marks all over you, Ghost. What the hell happened?”

Ghost looked down at himself, seeing long scratch marks, some oozing tiny beads of blood, some just raw and red. He looked at Steve in confusion. He was scared. “Steve, what is it…make it go away.” He ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and to get a wet rag to wash off the blood.

“Don’t you feel that…doesn’t it hurt?” Steve asked, as he dabbed at the marks on Ghost’s back.

“I didn’t feel anything, until now…now they sting.”

“Here, let me put some medicine on them,” Steve said, as he got some antibiotic ointment from the medicine cabinet.

“It must have been the evil spirit that did this, when I was gone…or something…but, I didn’t know it. It must have been really mad at me for telling it to leave. Do you think so?”

“Sounds weird to me,” Steve said, “but, I don’t have any other explanation for it.”

“Well, I don’t like it, but I’m glad we did it,” Ghost said. “I’m just glad it’s over, and this is all it did to me…to us, ya know?”

“Do ya think anyone else got scratches?” Steve asked, as he checked himself for them. “I don’t have any, but maybe Trevor?”

“We’ll ask him when we see him again,” Steve said. He was finished putting the ointment on. “Well, that’s all I can do for it right now, but if anything gets worse with these, I’ll take you to the doctor.”

“Okay, but right now I’m tired of thinking about it. I gotta go to bed,” Ghost said, going back into the bedroom. “You going to bed, yet?”

“Well, I don’t feel sleepy yet, but I’ll snuggle with you for awhile. Maybe I’ll go to sleep, too,” Steve said. He locked the front door, and got into the bed with Ghost, giving him a hug and a long, tender kiss. He was hoping to get something started, but Ghost was already asleep. “Maybe later,” Steve said, and he did fall asleep.


Trevor and Zach had gone back to the motel to crash. Instead of going right to sleep, though, Trevor wanted to talk about all that had happened.

“Zach, do you really think it worked? I mean, I feel like it did, and Ghost put on a good show…but, was it just a show? Maybe he can manipulate our minds, like he can read our minds…so maybe he just made us think it was real,” Trevor said. “What do you think?”

“Why are you questioning it, Trev? It was real…at least it felt real. Yeah, I was scared of that black cloud thing for real,” Zach said. “And besides, Ghost wouldn’t trick us, I don’t think. He’s pretty honest, and well…not to put him down or anything…I like him a lot, but he’s kinda…well, he don’t seem all that smart. He wouldn’t know how to pull a scam on us. I think he was scared, too. It all happened like it did, and we either accept it or not.” He shrugged, “That is, until we have proof otherwise.”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah, I see what you’re saying, but how could he just disappear? When I was swinging that machete at him, he was just gone. That don’t make any sense.”

“I know, Trev, but he didn’t for real disappear, he couldn’t have. It was just that thing got all in the way, and made us see it instead of Ghost,” Zach said. “I’m confused as hell. I can’t explain it…it just happened. We all saw the same thing.”

“I know, but now we have to go back in there. We have to make sure, but I’m not looking forward to it,” Trevor said.

“Why? Just bulldoze the place down, and be done with it. There’s no need to go back in.”

“Yeah, but I’d always wonder,” Trevor said.

Zach shook his head, “Dude, you’re just inviting trouble.”

“So, are you coming with me when I go in…like maybe tomorrow?” Trevor said, smiling.

“Yeah, you know I’ll do it, too” Zach sighed. “Then, for sure we can forget it, and look for another place to live.”


Next part coming soon!


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© 2021 BS



This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Color Your World X 5


Color Your World X 5


I’m way behind on the CYW posts, so will keep these short this time.

The colors are: Razzle Dazzle Rose, Razzmatazz, Red, Red Orange, & Red Violet


Color your World: Razzle Dazzle Rose & Razzmatazz

Color your World: Red

Color your World: Red Orange & Red Violet



Drinking jar tops & package of cotton candy



Light up butterfly

Children’s merry-go-round with horses

Red Orange canary

T-shirt decoration of pink mouse & red violet background


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Countdown to Christmas – Day # 14 – Colors


Countdown to Christmas – Day # 14 – Colors

Tourmaline .’s Countdown to Christmas – Colors


Red and green are the main colors for Christmas.

Here is a Christmas cactus, which is real, and some sprigs of artificial holly (green/white/red) and red berries for decorating.

Sometimes we like pink, blue, and gold, and silver colors, too.

There is little Charlie the tree. We decorated him all kinds of ways over the years, with many themes.

Last is from a beautiful display at a store, with lots of lights with blue and red, and wild animal stuffed toys.




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CMMC – Letters R & S in a word photo



CMMC – November Alphabet – Word that contain R and S


For this challenge, Cee has asked for photos with words that have letters R and S.

Here’s a few I have:

  • Star (sun)
  • Birds – 4 gray doves in the tree
  • Rusted Paint can
  • Rocks that I’ve painted – 3 fish and 4 owls





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Cee’s Pick a Topic From a Photo


Cee’s Pick a Topic From a Photo

CMMC – November Pick a Topic from my Photo


This is a sort of new challenge from Cee (it used to be regular feature), where she gives a photo, and we pick something from that to expand upon.

If you’d like to join in, get details, and see other entries, just click the above link.

Here’s the photo from Cee

The picture shows a little girl holding a stuffed animal, so I went with some stuffed animals that I have. They are Beanie Babies.


This little stuffed toy is a Ty Beanie Baby and is a Puffin Bird. He is Black, orange, yellow and white. The tag says his name is Puffer. 😉


A couple of tiny tigers from my Beanie Baby Collection. The black & white one’s tag says his name is Blizzard. The gray & white one has lost his tag, so don’t know his name. He also had to have a bath today. For some reason he had what looked like mud all over him. 🙂


This is my Ty Beanie Baby red Cardinal bird. The tag says it’s name is Mac.

He is a pretty deep red color, with black around the face, and black feet. There is a big bunch of red feathery like material on top of his head.


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Feeling Lucky 13?


Feeling Lucky 13? Four Leaf Clover on Apple iOS 14.2


It’s Friday 13th!

I’m not really superstitious, so here are some things for Good Luck!

A friend/neighbor brought us back these dice and lighter from their trip to Las Vegas recently.

There is a penny that was found in a parking lot, too. You know the saying, ‘see a penny, pick it up – all the day you have good luck’. We always pick up money we find.

And one day in a grocery store parking lot, I found this 7 of hearts card just there all by itself.

Wishing everyone a day of good luck!




good luck horseshoe with 4 leaf clover & ladybugs (Pixabay)


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FOWC – Utopia


FOWC – Utopia

FOWC with Fandango — Utopia


For Fandango’s One Word Challenge today, the prompt word is ‘utopia’.

This fits right in with the book I’m reading right now. It’s “Utopia”, by Lincoln Child.

I’m 3/4 of the way through, and let me tell you it is a thrill ride of a book.

The action is set inside a mega theme park near Las Vegas. There is a plot afoot, with several accidents with the rides. There are some bad guys behind this, and of course the good guys are trying to find out what is happening … before it’s too late.

I still don’t know what they have planned, but it’s leading up to something awful I’ll bet.


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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 66


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 66

Warning … adult content


After Ghost sat up screaming about graves everywhere, he  finally fell back down on the bed, continuing to sleep, although his eyelids kept twitching in dreams. Steve did manage to get a short nap, after that.

The next time he awoke, he heard Ghost in the bathroom, getting ready for their show. He drowsed in the half-awake state a little longer, until Ghost came and shook him all the way awake.

“Your turn, Steve. Go get ready, we have to be there in a little bit, I think. It feels like it, anyway.”

Steve looked at his watch, “Yep, you felt right, it’s time to get on over there.”

He noticed Ghost looked paler than usual, and his hands were trembling slightly. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, guess so.”

Steve could tell he was still in some pain, but knew he wouldn’t admit it yet…would plow on through their commitment, and suffer the consequences later. So, he didn’t push it…but, he’d keep an eye out anyway. He may have to cut short their show, if he saw the signs of Ghost loosing it. If he started staring at nothing, kind of in a daze, or started forgetting lyrics, it would be time to call it a night.

Ghost told Steve he’d done a good job on the car, but didn’t talk much after that, even when Steve tried to crack a joke or two.

“I have something to tell ya, later,” Ghost finally said.

“Well, I have something to tell you, too,” said Steve.

Ghost smiled at him with his silly, broken tooth grin. Steve was happy to see it.


The coffee shop was just a small hole-in-the-wall establishment…a tiny platform for performers, and a couple of couches and easy chairs, and about a dozen tables. The place smelled delicious, though…rich dark brews and yeasty baked goods. The two baristas were kept busy behind the counter, serving up lattes and mochas and half this and that – Steve could never remember what they were called, all those fancy coffee drinks. Just give him a regular cup of joe, scalding hot, and he was happy.

So, after hearing some other acts, it was their turn to take the stage. After checking the microphone, and fine tuning his guitar, they were ready. It was going to be a simple set tonight. The crowd was filling up the tables, but it was a pretty small area, so it looked full, even with only 50-75 people in the whole place, including themselves.

Most looked to be twenty or thirty somethings in age, a few teens…some were doing homework or surfing the internet on their laptops, but all were attentive to what he and Ghost were doing – waiting to be entertained with some music.  Steve didn’t see anyone who looked like a trouble-maker.

And so, it was time. Steve began their first song…an old love song by Extreme, *”More Than Words”. Steve sang this to Ghost all the time at home. They both loved it, but Ghost would sing it tonight, with Steve coming in on the chorus. They got a nice round of applause, afterwards.

They began their next one, *”Killing Me Softly”. This one they took turns singing the verses. It meant a lot to the both of them. The story of their love, more or less, set to beautiful notes of music.

They continued with a few more tunes, then closed with “*World”. This was one of the best feeling shows they’d done in a long time. The audience was appreciative and welcoming, no hecklers, and the lighting was soft. The people were right up next to them, sort of like playing for friends in their living room – a very intimate setting. Steve was thinking maybe they should do more of these, rather than loud bars. He’d mention it to Ghost, later.

So far, Ghost had held it together. This place was relaxing, not stressful at all. After their set was over, people said what a good time they had, and thanked them politely for playing. They were given cups of coffee and their pay, and were soon back at the motel.

“What’d ya think, Ghost?” Steve asked. “I really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did too, Steve. I thought I’d flake out, but it was nice.”

“Maybe we should just do coffee houses out on the road. I wouldn’t mind that kind of atmosphere; I’m tired of loud bars.” Steve mused.

“Let’s do that, then,” Ghost agreed. “Oh, what were you gonna tell me?”

Steve thought for a minute, “Oh, yeah, kinda just what we were saying. We should just take it slow, and don’t get in any rush. We could just play places like tonight, or maybe not play at all for awhile. Just travel around, do the sightseeing thing…whatever we feel like doing.”

“That sounds good, Steve,” said Ghost, who was lying on the bed, with his arm over his eyes to shield them from the overhead light. “I think all the loud bars, and lights, and stuff, are getting to me. My head still hurts, too.”

“I think it’d be good to ease off awhile, maybe plan where we’re going to go, instead of just driving around.” said Steve.  “Oh, what was your dream about? You said you had something to tell me, too.”

“Uh, it was about graves.”

“I heard you yelling about it,” said Steve.

“I was…when? When I was asleep?”

“Yeah, you sat right up and started hollering about graves being everywhere.”

“Oh, that was it. I remember, now. I didn’t know I was talking in my sleep…”

“You weren’t talking, you were yelling really loud.”

Ghost sighed, “Well what I was dreaming was how many graves there are…all around us. We’re sorta surrounded by them…every city, town..there’s a cemetery…big ones, little ones, and sometimes just abandonded ones on the side of the road – no town left at all…just the dead in their graves.”

“Abandoned,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” said Ghost, “abandonded, abandondead, dead people.” He looked at Steve and grinned. He knew he’d just creeped Steve out.

“Ookay,” said Steve. “That’s a new one on me. I never thought of it like that before.”

“Yeah, and what I was thinking…” Ghost continued, “was that like you said, instead of just driving around with no plan, we could visit lots of graveyards!”

“Whaat???” Steve looked at Ghost in horror!

“Yeah, and …and…I can take pictures of the old crosses, and angels, and tombstones. And, we could write about where we found them, and who knows, maybe we can make a book out of it. We could call it ‘Our Adventures in the Graveyards’, or…or…’Traveling With Ghost and Steve to the Haunted Past’, or.., hey, we could find some real haunted houses. I could talk to some ghosts, haha, that’d be so cool, wouldn’t it?”

Ghost was getting excited about this, Steve could tell. More excited than he’d been about anything in awhile. The idea was pretty good, but he didn’t know if he could handle all the spook talk, himself.

“What if I’m too scared to do that, Ghost?

“What’d’ya mean, Steve? We go to the graveyards back home, and you’re not scared. What’s the difference?”

“Uh…those ones are like family to us. We’ve known those dead people a long time. These new ones are strangers…they might not like us snooping around them taking their picture.”

Ghost couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Listen to yourself, Steve! Oh, my God…so funny. I didn’t think you even believed in spooks, and now you’re thinking they’re gonna come get’cha if we take their picture!” he laughed even harder.

Steve tried to act like he didn’t care about spooks, one way or another, and his speech was kinda dumb, and he started laughing, too.



*More Than Words” by Extreme, written by Nuno Bettencourt, Gary Cherone, released March 23, 1991, label – A & E.

*Killing Me Softly With His Song”, by Roberta Flack, composed by Charles Fox, with lyrics by Norman Gimble, in collaboration with Lori Lieberman, released in 1973, label – Atlantic

*Hole in the World”, by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II




Next Part Coming soon


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.